“Shadows of a thousand years rise again unseen, Voices whisper in the trees, ‘Tonight is Halloween!'”

I am behind my time today. Yesterday we went on the Boston movie tour and the day was long and tiring so this morning I slept in later than I usually do. The tour was great fun, and we got to see where scenes from several of the movies were filmed. We even stopped at the L Street Tavern, seen in Good Will Hunting, for a drink. When the tour was over, we had a late afternoon lunch in a restaurant in my old home town. Afterwards, I gave my friend a tour of all the places she’d read about in my blog.

Tonight I’ll join forces with my friends to give out treats. They’ve invited me for dinner, and later in the evening we’ll watch The Amazing Race.

I remember how on Halloween we could hardly wait until dark or even nearly dark. We’d beg and beg my mother to let us start trick or treating, but she’d tell us it was too early. We knew she was wrong. After all, she was an adult and she had no idea. We’d look out the window hoping to see a kid in costume so we could say, “See, they’re already out,” to my mother as admonishment for holding us back when other mothers were obviously far more understanding. When she finally did let us loose, we’d do our neighborhood first then branch out to the streets all around.

The night always seemed filled with shadows. Moonlight highlighted the outlines of branches so they looked like arms waving across the sidewalks. Leaves blew. Some neighborhoods were darker than others. Most of the front doors were open and the porch lights lit. The old neighborhood ladies always tried to guess who we were. It was part of their fun. They oohed and ahed the costumes and pretended to be afraid. We’d eat part of our haul as we walked, and we’d sometimes trade candy with one another. When we noticed fewer and fewer trick or treaters, we knew it was time to head home.

Once we got home, my mother would give us each a bowl for our hauls. We’d check out the candy, have a bar or two then go to bed and fall asleep exhausted by Halloween.

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4 Comments on ““Shadows of a thousand years rise again unseen, Voices whisper in the trees, ‘Tonight is Halloween!'””

  1. Christer.'s avatar olof1 Says:

    That tour sounds fun πŸ™‚ I know that in some places they have tours but following murder mystery books instead. The swedish writers of that genre are very big in Europe so tourist from all over Europe comes to participate in those tours πŸ™‚

    When we did the same thing at easter we always went rather early, but not before noon as I remember it.

    I woke up even earlier than usual today, 4:15am. It was no use to stay in bed because I would only have become tired and cranky later then πŸ™‚ I really donΒ΄t like the change of clocks even when we get back our hour πŸ™‚

    Have a great day!
    Christer.

    • katry's avatar katry Says:

      Christer,
      The tour was wonderful. Some time later today I’ll post the pictures though they are mostly of places in Boston you probably won’t recognize.

      4:15 is an ungodly time to get up!

  2. Zoey & Me's avatar Zoey & Me Says:

    I remember the same here as you write in this post. Moms were always holding us back for some strange reason. But the thining of the herd meant it was time to pack it in, go home. I’ll have to admit the idea for separating who got what was a great idea so three bowls were on the kitchen counter with our names on it. We knew which bowl to draw from over the weeks. I also admit that we did the same with our two kids only Miss Sweet Tooth who would’ve ate her candy all night was a problem teen. I would take pieces of chocolate out of her bowl daily. She never knew. Think I’ll tell her that trick tonight so she can use it for Jerome when the time comes. Glad you had fun in Boston. I’ll get there one day.

    • katry's avatar katry Says:

      Z&Me,
      I remember walking home at what seemed a late hour though that was only a kid’s perception of time. The bag, no matter how full, was never heavy.

      I think my mother and father also swiped stuff.

      You’d love Boston. It’s a great city and walkable everywhere. Check out the pictures later this afternoon or early evening on my picture blog. (here and About-link on the side)


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